Big huge sigh of relief. I finally heard from the man and all is well in his crappy remote area of Afghanistan. I rambled on and on about everything that I was worried about and he told me, in his usual humorous way, "Babe, I live in a Taliban Retirement Community - nothing ever happens here". I have a pretty good feeling he's just trying to make me not worry so damn much, but I had to laugh anyway. We spent a lot of time dreaming and scheming what we'll do for fun when he's home for R&R (mid-deployment rest and recuperation). I am nervous about how the kids will react to him. I know my one and a half year old can point him out in pictures, but I wonder how she'll do face to face with him. I hope it goes smoothly and isn't awkward, I hope my 3 year old isn't shy and hiding behind my legs.
I'm heading back to Ohio soon. Time passes so much more quickly when I'm around my family. I'm a little bit proud that I was able to hang out at Fort Bragg just me and the kids for more than a few weeks this time. But I'm ready to have a glass of Chardonnay with my mom and these kids need to play with someone besides me for a change!